High Alice - Jenny Hval

Alice lost, she took a long rest in an unknown place

She thought, «Where do all these creatures come from?

And why are they here?»

Like in a club of fur

Strange feeling, strange feeling

They must be drawn to something

They must be drawn to something

She reaches back through centuries of arms

She reaches back through centuries of arms

While hare and fox and doe and deer

Are all trying to find her

They’re all trying to find her

Let her sketch out her rabbit hole

Her pleasure dome

Through centuries, through centuries

Through centuries, through centuries

Through centuries of art, of being drawn to something

They must be drawn to something

Creatures keep swimming around her

She must be giving them something

Those that sleep in the grass and trees

Something that would be better

And I have something better

I want something better

We all want something better

We are something better

To get us close

The beautiful queen, the beautiful clock

The ocean, the ocean, the ocean

Where I wrote my first poem

With my hand on my skin

With my hand between my thighs

I must be drawn to something

A thin layer of wax

I must be giving them something

She

Something that would be better

And I, I want something better

I want something better

We all want something better

We all want something better

We all want something better

We are high, Alice

We all want something better

We, we are something better

We all want something better

Alice, Alice, Alice